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The Latin Club

Dennis insisted that I go with him to a Latin Club someone recommended. He doesn’t know a lick of Spanish, but has a weakness for Latina honey. The club was right on the border of DC and Maryland. Not a good place to be this time of night. It was packed. Men and women were pressed up against me on the dance floor, bar and even the restroom! Although it was cold outside I decided to step out and get some air. I heard a door slam. A woman approached me. She shifted her breasts, smoothed her dress and walked back into the club. Her “lover” followed. He looked at me as if I were his next conquest. He adjusted his pants and asked me if I wanted to dance. “Sure, why not?”